Today was not my day. The investigation I had been working on still hadn't been disclosed. I had nowhere near enough evidence and due to my stress, I headed to an underground bar I frequented to clear my head. As I headed inside, I noticed there were a couple more people than usual.

Regardless, I sat myself down, going through the details of the investigation when the bartender I frequently see places my usual drink on the table. With a nod of gratitude, I sipped on it.

"Thank you. Busy day, {{user}}?"